Chapter 374: "Singing Frog"

The Legalist Society is the largest literary society in the prison of Wu Guoguo, and is in charge of the ideology of the Legalists. Fang Junjie, the president of the pen %fun %pavilion www.biquge.info is not only the grandson of Fang Zhengxin, the prince of the dynasty, but also has an extremely profound ideological cultivation, and he also has a Legalist thunder pool in hand.

Therefore, the invitation to the poetry club of the literary society issued by the Fajia Society can be said to be the highest level of poetry in the entire Guozijian except for the poetry club initiated by the wine teacher.

It was just this morning, and almost half of the students of Guozijian had gathered in the courtyard of the Fajia Society. All the students were proud to be able to enter the poetry club of the Legalist Society.

"Su Lin, look at this, the courtyard of the Legalist Society is big enough! If our Su Society can become the number one literary society, we can squeeze this Legalist Society out of this courtyard! But it is still far away...... We've only got a little bit of credit......"

Su Ye let out a sigh of emotion when he saw the students of the Guozijian who were coming in an endless stream.

"Brother Ye, don't worry...... Tomorrow, we will start doing tasks, and there will be a break through the maze, I don't believe it. If you break all those mazes outside the sacrificial wine hall, will you still be able to surpass this Fajia Society?"

Su Lin sat down in the pavilion next to the pond by the lake and looked at the scenery by the pond, which was still very good. Especially now in early spring, the willows are beginning to spit out green shoots, and all kinds of hibernating small animals have also regained their vitality.

"Isn't there a poetry meeting today? Why hasn't anyone started to host and compose poems yet? Just sitting and eating and watching the scenery is not interesting at all!"

The eldest princess of the dragon clan was proud, sat next to Su Lin, picked up a few delicate pastries on the table and chewed them, and said boredly.

"Celestia wait a little, it is estimated that the guests here have not yet arrived, according to the general process. It should have been around noon when they began to compose and taste poems among themselves...... At that time, Fang Junjie, the president of the Legalist Society, will definitely come out to preside over the poetry meeting......"

Su Ye smiled and said.

"That's right! Brother Ye, this time the poetry meeting is estimated to be ...... These people will also focus on what poems I write, but this time! haha...... I'm not going to write any great poetry!"

Su Lin looked at the pond and the willows, as well as a small frog next to the pond, and suddenly remembered a poem in his heart that was not too good, but after all, it was suitable for the occasion.

"Oh, Su Lin, you are a well-known genius, the author of Zhenguo's poems. If you don't write a poem today, I'm afraid those people will say that you don't live up to your name, right?"

Hearing Su Lin's words, Su Ye said worriedly.

"It's okay! I've already written so many poems about Zhenguo, and this time I'm just writing a random poem, and they can talk about it if they want to! They can't slander me, and my strength is not based on their boasting. ”

Su Lin squinted his eyes and smiled, and a poem in Zhihai brewed.

"Su Lin, you have already thought about what poems you want to write? I heard that you are very good at writing poems...... Last time, the spring breeze scissors almost cut me in two, today, should you take out that poem again, right? That poem seems to be called "Yongliu", obviously willow branches and leaves, can be under the effect of your Zhenguo poetry, into such a powerful spring breeze scissors......

Speaking of the Zhenguo poems written by Su Lin, the eldest princess of the dragon clan said proudly with a resentful face. The last time she was on the edge of the Yellow River, Su Lin's spring breeze scissors did not make her suffer less, so when she heard that Su Lin was going to write poems today, she was a little angry, and asked Su Lin curiously.

"Haha! Proud, do you remember that spring breeze scissors! But today I won't sing willows, but I want to sing other things, such as ...... Hey, hey, some humble little animals......"

As Su Lin spoke, out of the corner of his eye, he caught sight of a small frog on the edge of the pond, which looked very interesting.

At this time, the other 100 or so invited Guozijian students were already seated, and the entire pavilion and pavilion were gathered together, which was very lively.

"Brother Huang, I haven't seen you for a long time...... I heard that your literary society has been doing tasks in the wilderness recently...... It's going to be a good one!"

"Where, where, we've just killed a few monsters and found some small veins of thought......"

"Isn't that a bumper harvest? Haha! This time, it seems that the strength and ranking of your literary society are going to enter several more!"

"Don't dare to be! I heard that this time there is a genius who has not been born for a thousand years in our country's prison! Is it Su Lin who wrote the poems of Zhenguo?"

"It's not him, who else...... He also came to today's poetry meeting, and the Su Society he established sat in the front position, which shows that even the Fajia Society also attaches great importance to Su Lin......"

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Conversations like this are not uncommon in the pavilion at this time. Some of the various literary societies in the Guozijian have a hostile relationship, some have an alliance relationship, and some even temporarily combine to do some more difficult tasks together. Many of the tasks released in these sacrificial wine halls are to go to dangerous wildernesses, so it is still very large, and it is not so easy for the students of Guozijian to get credits.

Many Guozijian students who had just returned from the wilderness had not seen with their own eyes the majesty of Su Lin's enrollment breaking formation and yesterday's killing order formation, so at this time, they also asked their acquaintances about Su Lin's fiction and reality.

Especially today is the poetry club, Su Lin's poetry is well known, and it is inevitable that it has become the focus of the entire poetry club from the beginning, and no one has not noticed Su Lin's eyes.

"Hehe, Brother Ye, it seems that the reputation of our Su Society has been hit, and if you look at the students of other literary clubs, they can't help but look at us......"

Su Lin was also used to seeing it like this, so he was not surprised, but the pastries on this table tasted good, and he said to Su Ye with a smile while eating.

"Isn't this all about you......, the genius president? Su Lin, I'm afraid these people are going to be disappointed today, and I can't see you writing Zhenguo poems. You're only going to deal with it with a random poem, for fear that it will make these people doubt your genius. Su Ye also smiled and said.

"Haha! That's not it, my poem, although it's not a Zhenguo poem. But the domineering spirit contained in it is enough to make them shake their bodies......"

Su Lin squinted his eyes and said with a smile, and then looked at Fang Junjie who came back from outside, knowing that I was afraid that the poetry meeting was about to start, and Fang Junjie was about to start preparing to host the poetry meeting.

"Fellow students, Fang is honored to have you come to the New Year poetry meeting hosted by my Legalist Society. Today, we are gathered together, looking at the spring color of this pond, I guess everyone has already made a lot of poetry, right?"

Although Fang Junjie is the president of the Legalist Society, he temporarily played the role of host at this time, and said politely with a smile, "Moreover, today...... We are fortunate to have invited Su Lin, the genius poet of our Wu Kingdom, and the president of the Su Society, who has repeatedly written shocking poems such as "Yanqiu Ci" and "Compassion for Nong". ”

In the opening speech, Fang Junjie pointed to the position where Su Lin was sitting very emphatically and introduced him solemnly. So, everyone's eyes were also focused on Su Lin's body at this moment.

"President Fang has an overreputation, and I am only occasionally inspired to make Zhenguo poems. However, I seem to have forgotten to bring out the inspiration today, and I am afraid that I will disappoint you today......"

With so many people looking at it in unison, of course it was impossible for Su Lin to be indifferent, so he also stood up and humbled himself.

"President Su is too modest, who doesn't know, President Su must be in town every poem. It's like on the way to the capital, I heard that President Fang also wrote a poem full of spring vitality "Yongliu" in Zhenguo, which is full of spring vitality......"

Next to Su Lin, a student of the "Renyi Society" immediately stood up and said to Su Lin.

"That's right! President Su, we must make a poem about Zhenguo today! We are all waiting to see it! Write a poem about Zhenguo on the spot, it must be shocking enough!"

"That's right, President Su, we have admired the name for a long time, and we finally met it today, how can we not open our eyes?"

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The students from other literary clubs also said in a calamity. Of course, most of them sincerely hope to see Su Lin write Zhenguo poems, while the other part is naturally sour in their hearts, wanting to force Su Lin to write poems, and then expect to see Su Lin unable to write the embarrassment.

"See, President Su, this is what everyone expected...... This time, let's ask President Su to be the first to compose a poem! Do you have any opinions?"

Fang Junjie was very satisfied with the performance of the other students of the literary club, so he appealed as the master.

"No problem, we would like to hear President Su's masterpiece!"

"President Su, we're all waiting! Please compose a poem......

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Although Su Lin has repeatedly proved to the world that the poems of Zhenguo are just at his fingertips, there are still many people who do not believe it.

"In that case, it's hard to resist ......"

Su Lin seemed to have expected this result a long time ago, laughed, and no longer shirked, directly picked up the ordinary Wenbao brush on the table, and the holy power in his wisdom surged, turned into holy power ink, lightly stained, and began to write in the pen:

"Frog Song"

Sitting alone in the pond like a tiger,

Nourish the spirit under the green poplar tree.

I don't speak first when spring comes,

Which insect dares to make a sound. ”